[She doesn't understand. Is it because people change easily? Is it because the desserts she made aren't delicious enough? Is it because she delivered the umbrella too late across the city that day? Why can he say so many affectionate words to another girl so easily?]

"Sob, sob …"

[He put down the pen in his hand. The girl on the paper was beautiful and gentle. Her eyes were bright. He looked at her quietly. After a while, a few drops of water fell on the paper. "Ah Wan, after you left, I met a lot of girls. Some of them had similar eyes and some of them had similar noses to you. However, they are not you."]

["I remember that in the past, when we were gambling, the fragrance of tea splashed on the paper. Now that I think about it, I only felt that it was normal."]

"Sob, sob, how can this be?

Ming Ruo is actually so affectionate. "

[Snow fell one after another. Ming Ruo, who was standing under the tree, raised his head slightly and looked at the spinning and falling snow. For a long time, his frozen gaze stopped at the red ribbon tied on the tree branch. He thought of the apricot flower drizzle that year and Ah Wan's smile.]

["Xiang Wan and Ming Ruo, we will be together for a long, long time, until our hair turns white."]

["Ah Wan." In a trance, he seemed to see the gentle smile of his beloved wife again. He muttered, "Are we considered to have white hairs now?"]

[Frost and snow fall on my head, is it considered to have white hairs?]

Looking at his sister, Xiao Wan, and his sister, Tang Ziyi, who were watching Katō Haru's new novel, "Only the Ordinary Path" with tears in their eyes, Tang Wuying felt that his head was about to explode again. He walked out of the door quietly.

His heart was tired, really tired.

Less than half an hour after he left the house, he received a message.

"What?"

When he heard his subordinate's report that his cousin, Wu-le, who went out to catch Katō Haru, had returned, Tang Wuying felt that his head was about to explode again. He even carried a person, yes, suspected to be Katō Haru, back to his courtyard.

Cousin Wu-le, sigh …

"Young Master Wuying?"

"Forget it." Tang Wuying waved his hand. "I'll go and take a look."

Then …

"Let go of me!"

An unfamiliar, soft voice with the unique Jiangnan Wunong language rang out from Cousin Wu-le's room.

Her voice was so soft that it sounded like she was acting coquettishly.

"Let go?

Once you agree, I'll let go. "

"You!"

"If you keep talking nonsense, do you believe that I will lock you up here?"

"Tang Wu-le!"

"Why are you calling me young master?"

He heard the voice of his cousin who had always behaved outside, no, in fact, had always had a terrible personality. His voice sounded particularly hedonistic, but as someone who was familiar with him, he could tell that his cousin Wu Le was angry. "Don't you think that forcing others is an uneducated behavior?"

"Young Master, I will force you today!"

Oh my god, cousin, what are you trying to do?

Tang Wuying had always known that his cousin was smart and had a striking appearance since he was young. He also vaguely knew that his cousin's real identity was not ordinary. However, this could not hide the fact that he was a habitual offender who had taken liberties with all the beautiful ladies in the Tang Family Village!

Speaking of which, who was the person in his cousin's room? How beautiful must she be to make his cousin bring her back and even force himself on her?

Tsk tsk, it was broad daylight. Public morals were really degenerating day by day.

"Who is it?" Tang Wuying, who had dodged the hidden weapon, asked. "It's me, Brother Wu-le."

Tang Wuying entered the room. He did not see the scene that he had been imagining. Instead, he saw Tang Wu-le facing the door with his back to the desk. In front of him was a person tied to a chair with her back facing him.

"What's wrong, Brother Wu-le?"

The voice that came from behind had become coarse and deep after puberty. However, Hajime Anze could still hear the familiar timbre in this changed voice.

Tang Wu-le was talking to his cousin, Tang Wuying. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Hajime Anze's body stiffened for a moment. Then, he slowly relaxed. There was a faint mist in his clear eyes.

"Who is this?"

Tang Wuying noticed the boy who was trapped in the chair with his back to him. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but want to hold his forehead. "Cousin, you didn't really catch the author of the novel, Katō Haru?"

He had an older sister, Tang Ziyi. Because she was a girl, his father loved her very much. Whatever she wanted to do, his father and grandfather were very indulgent to her. Before, she had taken a fancy to Qi Jin of the Pure Yang Palace. As a result, on the way back to Tangmen, she accidentally read Katō Haru's novel. At the same time, her girlish heart shifted to the author. She also pulled Xiao Wan to read the novel together.

Hajime Anze slowly raised her head, revealing the full face covered by her black hair.

Red lips and white teeth, her face was like new snow, her clear eyes were graceful, and her bones were beautiful.

Coupled with a little tear mole, it was even more fitting?

Her beautiful peach blossom-like eyes were particularly charming.

Her temperament was as noble as an immortal's, her skin was as clear and transparent as the first snow, her appearance was as gentle and beautiful as a young girl's, the distinctive tear mole, and the pair of clear eyes that seemed to have never been polluted by the mortal world …

Tang Wuying also felt familiar, but at the same time, she sighed silently in her heart. Like his sister, who boasted of her unparalleled beauty, and at the same time belittled those girls who were prettier than her, if she found out that the author she was attracted to, as a man, threw her by eight streets, wouldn't she be mad?

Noticing that the author was looking at her with sparkling eyes, and then glancing at the thin necklace he was wearing, Tang Wuying remembered, "Hajime Anze?"

Hajime Anze's eyes were even brighter.

"Well, Benefactor, do you still remember me?" Hajime Anze looked at Tang Wuying, his whole face was as radiant as ever.

Hmm???

Shadowless's usually calm and composed face had a faint, gentle smile on it, and then Hajime Anze's exceptionally bright eyes that were staring at Shadowless intently. His originally slightly sunken eyes were sparkling and gentle.

At this moment, Tang Wu-le, who felt like he was being ostracized, felt particularly unhappy.

"You know each other?"

Tang Wuying and Hajime Anze nodded at the same time.

"Three years ago, Benefactor saved me and my grandfather," Hajime Anze didn't even look at Tang Wu-le, his eyes only fixed on Tang Wuying.

He lived in a society ruled by law and received nine years of compulsory education in the 20th century. Other than Yuan Xu, who killed him, he had never seen blood in his life.

So for Hajime Anze, when he was threatened and hurt by a group of knife-wielding hooligans, he was really frightened.

"It was just a casual act," Tang Wuying said softly, "How's your grandfather?"

"Three years ago, my grandfather was too frightened, he's already …" Hajime Anze's eyes dimmed, and he lowered his head slightly, "He's gone."

"I'm sorry, my condolences," Tang Wuying said, "Haven't you recovered your memory yet?"

He remembered this young man. Three years ago, after he completed his mission, he took a boat across the lake, and it was this young man's grandfather's boat.

Such an ordinary fisherman, yet he had such a delicate and beautiful grandson with clear and gentle eyes. In addition, when people asked him for his name, he would say, "An as in peace and joy, Ze as in river and lake, and one as in nine nine." It was obvious that he was educated, so Tang Wuying couldn't help but take a few more glances at him. At that time, Hajime Anze, who was still a child, was diligently serving tea to the guests.

Perhaps it was because the child was obedient, considerate, and sweet-tongued, and because he was in a good mood, he saved the pair of grandfather and grandson when a group of hooligans came to bully them.

It was also at that time, when Hajime Anze was about to die, that Tang Wuying saw the Yu Linglong necklace around his neck that his grandfather stopped him from pawning.

At that time, Tang Wuying found out from the old man that Hajime Anze wasn't his biological grandson, but a child he fished out of Lake Tai. When he was fished out of the lake, he was wearing snow-white satin with golden embroidery, a jade belt around his waist, and a string of beads on his wrist. He looked like a fairy child.

But when he woke up, he lost his memory.

The old man said that with the Yu Linglong, Hajime Anze still had a chance to find his family.

In the end, Hajime Anze pawned the suet jade belt and the string of luminous pearls. Yes, luminous pearls.

When Tang Wuying saw the two items, he was sure that Hajime Anze was definitely from a rich family.

Who would wear a priceless luminous pearl into a string of beads for a child to play with if they didn't have money?

Hajime Anze shook his head. He really had no memory of this body that looked exactly like him when he was young.

He also wondered if this child was him in his previous life, and was possessed by his ghost after he drowned in the water.

But during that time, he didn't hear of any rich family losing their child. Moreover, his grandfather fished him out of the lake. If "he" was thrown into the water from the shore, the time it took for his grandfather to catch him would be long enough for him to drown several times. But if he was thrown into the water from a boat, no suspicious boat would appear at that time.

When Tang Wuying saw Hajime Anze's reaction, he didn't ask any more questions.

If he asked any more questions, it would be like stabbing a knife into someone's heart.

Then, he looked at Tang Wu-le, who seemed to be in a bad mood no matter how he looked at him, and remembered the reason why he came here.

"Young Master An is Katō Haru?" He asked, but his tone was firm.

Wu-le's cousin went out this time to bring back Katō Haru, who wrote a novel that made Xiao Wan's sister cry. But he didn't expect that Katō Haru was Hajime Anze, who he met once three years ago.

"Yes, Benefactor has read it?" Hajime Anze was a little excited, but also a little annoyed.

God, if he knew that Benefactor would read his novel, he would have written it more seriously.

"Young Master An, you don't have to be like this. I'm Tang Wuying."

Tang Wuying smiled. He wasn't used to being addressed as Benefactor. "What happened back then is not worth mentioning."

"I know that what happened back then was nothing to you, but to me, it was a life-saving grace." Hajime Anze's small face was full of seriousness.

"I say," Tang Wu-le, who had been ignored all this time, said faintly. Only then did Hajime Anze realize that there was another Tang Wu-le in the room. "Are you two done talking?"

Tang Wuying, Tang Wu-le. When he thought about how Benefactor addressed the Beta Tauri before he entered the room, Hajime Anze realized that his savior and idol was actually from the Tangmen, and was also Tang Wu-le's cousin. In an instant, the way Hajime Anze looked at Tang Wu-le was very strange.

F * ck, why would such a gentle person like Benefactor have such a strange blood relative like Beta Tauri?

I'm so envious that Beta Tauri can have such an idol as Benefactor as his cousin.

Yes, idol.

As the first living martial artist that Hajime Anze saw in the real world, Tang Wuying didn't know how special he was to Hajime Anze, who had also fantasized about being a hero when he was young.

He was the idol that could be worshipped but not desecrated!

"Tell me, are you going to write it or not?" Tang Wu-le continued with his previous threat.

Then, he realized that Hajime Anze's gaze was still on Tang Wuying.

Emmmmm. Sensing the faint gaze of a fanboy, Tang Wuying nodded slightly. "Young Master An's story is very well written."

He hadn't read it and didn't have the time to do so, but from the silent Anli and the tears of his sisters, he knew that it was a good story.

"I'll continue to work hard!"

Hajime Anze wasn't tired anymore. The depression from his argument with Tang Wu-le had disappeared. When he thought about how his idol was going to read his story, he felt that he was full of fighting spirit. He could write for four hours without panting!

What?

You're saying that he was detained in the Tangmen?

It doesn't matter, he could see his idol up close. It couldn't be better!

"…" Tang Wule was speechless.